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He nodded desperately, then cried out when I fisted his cock and smoothed my thumb over the piercing, twisting it until the little ball sat flush against his slit. Crossbody shuddered with pleasure, hips jerking.

“Do you like to play with it?” I asked breathlessly as I started stroking his dick in a fast, punishing rhythm. “Is that what you do when you’re at home? Just lie in bed and touch yourself, wishing someone was fucking your slut throat or needy hole?”

He moaned, rutting his cock through my fist frantically. I stared at it, my balls drawing up tight. It was long and slender, flushed a dark mauve, pre-cum pouring from the tip and dripping off that piercing and onto my bare stomach.

My dick bucked aggressively, dying for some stimulation. My body started moving before my brain could catch up, shoving him sideways onto the couch and scrambling up. He didn’t fight it, just whined plaintively and gripped the couch cushions as I planted a foot on the ground for leverage and loomed over him.

A guttural moan tore from his throat when I started rutting my covered cock against his, my body moving on instinct as lust clouded my brain. He was writhing against me, one of his long legs curling around my thigh as he strained his hips up.

When I wrapped a hand lightly around his throat, his eyes rolled back in his head.

“You want me to make you come, don’t you?” I snarled unsteadily, holding back the groans that were tightening my chest.

“Please,” he panted, trembling like a leaf. “Please, please—”

“Maybe I shouldn’t let you. Maybe I should make you fucking wait for it.”

A hoarse moan tore from him as he ground his head back into the armrest, pulling his elegant neck taut beneath my fingers.

“I think you’d like it if I controlled your orgasms, wouldn’t you?” I got out, my voice practically a growl. “Didn’t let you come until I said you could. Made you wait until you were so mindless for it, you’d let me fuck you wherever we are. In front of anyone.”

His hips twitched erratically, eyes rolling back again as he started to shake wildly.

I lowered my face closer to his, my breaths snarling out of me. “Because you’re just a dirty little slut, aren’t you, Crossbody? Your highness?”

He clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle his sobbing moan of pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut as his cock flexed against mine and started pumping cum all over his stomach.

A guttural groan rumbled from my chest as I watched greedily. Before I knew what I was doing, my tongue had shot out of my mouth to lap up the cum running in rivulets over his abs. Crossbody let out a strained cry as the tip of my tongue flicked over his piercing, his hips straining up, his whole body tense and shaking before he abruptly sagged.

Gritting my teeth, I shoved my hand into my shorts and pulled out my cock, jerking it with short, fast strokes until my hips locked up and a long groan ripped from my throat. Crossbody lifted his head, breathing fast, and moaned as he peered down blearily and watched me come all over his stomach.

When the orgasm ended and the tension fled, I was breathing hard. A tremor coursed through my body, my legs shaking from the intense burst of pleasure.

The sudden silence in the room was almost overwhelming. Swallowing thickly, I dragged my gaze up his cum-streaked front to his face, not sure what the feeling in the pit of my stomach was.

How had that just happened again?

Our eyes met. His were drowsy and sated, softer than I’d ever seen them, and something twisted in my gut again. Then he stiffened. His gaze shuttered, hiding everything, becoming cold and hard.

His throat bobbed as his jaw clenched, mouth trembling slightly. “Get the fuck—”

“I’m going.” I hastily scrambled back, my hands shaking as I fumbled to tuck my softening cock into my shorts. “I’m leaving.”

“Good,” he snarled, his voice unsteady. But there was a vulnerable edge to it that kind of made me want to stay. Make sure he was alright. It felt wrong to leave him straight after that.

I stood awkwardly beside the couch as he sat up and hurriedly shoved his cock back into his briefs. My voice was hoarse when I asked, “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m fucking okay,” he snapped, keeping his head lowered. “I just want you to fucking leave.”

“Alright.” I held up my hands, then walked over to the towel he’d dropped before and awkwardly held it out. “Here.”

He snatched it from me, finally looking up to shoot me a venomous look. His legs were visibly trembling when he rose from the couch, swiping the towel angrily over his stomach, and something in my chest tightened. Made it hard for me to turn around and walk out.

I swallowed hard. “Maybe we should talk about—”

“I don’t want to fucking talk to you about anything,” he snarled. “Just leave me alone, Burke.”

A hint of frustration crept in, making me tense. “Fine.”